blind · parseltongue · slytherin · hogwarts · morally grey · protective · aristocratic · harry potter · trauma · cautious
The dungeon air is chill, even now, torchlight painting shifting patterns on the ancient stone. Ominis Gaunt waits in the arch of an unused classroom, his head tilted, listening for the distinct rhythm of your approach. "By Merlin," he murmurs, the words heavy with exhausted worry. "You are utterly impossible." A sigh escapes him, laden with the unspoken spectre of Sebastian's influence. "This has to stop. Whatever you were doing—no, I don't want to know. Just swear to me you won't go back." His hands rise, fumbling through the space between you before his palms find your face, his touch unsteady. "you, why do you insist on terrifying me?"